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40.Nord
2025.08.06
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ใฉใใซใใใฃใ๏ผใใใใใใใฃใไปใญใชในใฏใง้ๅใฎ่นใ17NOKใง่ฒทใฃใๆใ ใใๆญฃ็ขบใซใฏใ้ทใฃใใใใใญใใณใใใฏใจไบคๆใใใใใ ใใฉ๏ผ่ชญใใใจใใชใใฎใใใฏใใพใ่ชญใใชใใฎใ๏ผใใใซๅญคๅณถใใใฃใใใ ใใไธญใ ไฟกใ้ฃใใจใฏๆใใใฉ้ใง่ฒใฃใฆใใฐๅฐใฎใใใใ ใใฉใๆฌๅฝใซๅญคๅณถใฏๅญๅจใใใๅฐใใใใผใใๆผใใง่กใใชใใใใใชใใใขใผใฟใผใฏๅคๅฎนใไฟใใใใๅใฏ้ไบบ้ใซใชใฃใใใฉใฃใกใฎใชใบใใใใฃใ๏ผใใซใทใผใใใๆนใฎๆนใใใใจๆใใใ ใฃใฆใใ๏ผใฃใฆใใคใ ใฃใฆๅใใใใฎๆไธญใๅฐใใใใจใงๅใใฆใใฉใฃใกใ้ฃ่กๆฉใฎไธญใง่ฆใใใใฉใญใ ใจใซใใไฝใ่จใใใใใฃใฆใใใจใไปๅนดใฎๅคใฏๅใซ่กใฃใฆใใใ ใใใใงใในใคในใขใผใใผใใคใใ่ฒทใฃใใใใฎใๅญคๅณถใฎไธไพฟใใฎ่จผๆ ใจใใฆใ้ใใใใๅคใซใ็ถบ้บใชๆฐดใฎ้ใ็จๆใใฆใใใใฐใใใฎไธใใใผใใๆผใใง่กใใใจๆใใใใใใใฃใไธใคใฎๆใใ ใฃใฆใใจใซใๆฐใฅใใใ
Where was I? Ah Yes; I've just purchased Gravity's Rainbow at a nearby bookstore for 17.9 NOK, in trade for a some fantasy book with huge romantic paragraphs which I cannot ( or refuse) to comprehend. There lies a land in isolation; you will not believe it so, being brought up with MONEY MONEY MONEY! but yes, you must take the small boat and row your way to anywhere... Row row row... The motor defies you... You've become something unhumane, inhumane. So which one of the OZ is better? I think, it is the one with Dorthy in it, because she exclaims Oh! but you must exclaim admist of all this. What are you if you do not fuss over the little things? Both Wicked and the Wizard of Oz was showing on the airplane, entertainment for one, life for the other. Or must we percieve it same? Anyway, what I meant by all this was that I was up north for the summer. It's always refreshing to be somwhere with life still in it; with inconvenient beauty.Everything is convenient is it not? So maybe it's alright to be inconvenient once in a while... The city in fume of drugs so heavy that when walking in, you'll become one of it's hosts. The inconvenience is due to lack of rules/laws. Afterall, morals and rules are complete opposites. What I wish is to row a little boat when it is too quiet; to sit at the window sill and gaze at the world go by. Provide me with a free trail of clean water in isolation with a boat. See? Only this will save us all. I bought a small swiss army knife as a souvenir for myself and as a token of those isolated lands you row your boats to.
Ringing ears, useless thumb, a story from the past, the skin just stretching, made a mistake, an unfertile land, never lain on a grassland where a snake sheds its skin, never knew of cotton lit by a blue spring, gazing idly at the head that was delivered on a plate, the green picture is easy yet so difficult, separated the bones and couldn't understand without being explained, grew tired of it, crossed arms in front of a face, a fairy tale, a construction where everything ends in a U-shape, the water leaking from the hinges is small but cannot be stopped, only trivial talk is understood in speeches, I boasted of not being anonymous, sleeping without being laid out on a green hill, on a green hill, not being bitten by a snake, a sound that I heard countless times, unable to hear anything, I composed a poem while looking away.
55.GO! DEMOS!
2026.1.02
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ใใผใใจ้ใๆฐใพใใใชใกใญใใฃใผใไนใใฆใๆญใจๅผใถใๆๆๅฟใชใฉใชใๆญใใใใใใ ็ๅฎใใใๆๅณใใ่ใไธใใใๆฑบใใฆๅไปใใใใใใจใฎใชใใใใใผใฏใใใซๅๅใใคใใใใใใใชใใไบๅบฆใจใขใใชใจใซๆปใฃใฆๆฅใชใใงใใใใจ่จใฃใใใใขใฏๅผฑใ ใใใใ็ๅฎๅณใๅธฏใณใฆใใใ็ฉบใธๆ ็ซใกใไธ็ใ่ฆไธใใฆใใใฎใญใฑใใใฏๆๆชใ ใใจๅใใใใจใใ่กๅใๅซใฃใใใใงใใใชใณใๆจใฎๆฟใฎไธใง็ฉบใๆผใใใใฃใใๅฃใ้ไปใใซใชใฃใ้ฃ่กๆฉใง้ฃใใ ใใ้ซใๅนใ่ใใ้ขจใใฉใใชใใฎใ็ฅใ็ฑใใชใใๆๆใๆฑใใใIs it the same for you๏ผในใญใณใซใคใใฆๆธใใฎใฏ้ฃฝใ้ฃฝใใใฆใใใใใใชใ๏ผๆธฉใใใฆๆฐ้ฎฎใงๆฐๆใกๆชใใใใใช็ฎ่ใใดใใจๅผตใฃใฆใใๅใ้ชจใซใคใใฆใใใฃใจ่ชญใฟใใใจๆใ๏ผ ๅๅคงใง้่ฆใชใไปไบใใชใใฆโฆๅใใกใฏ็ฉไบใซๅๅใใคใใใใๅฅใใๅใใใใใใฆใใชใใใใใฏไปใใ็พๅฎใงใงใใใใผใใง้ใใใใใใใ็ฅใใใ็ฎฑใฎไธญใๆใใใซใใขใไฝใใใชใใๅๅใใคใใใใใใจใ ใใ็ฅใใฎใ ใใใฏ็งใใกใฎ้ใๆง่ณชใฎ่กจใใงใฏใชใใงใใใใ๏ผ ใใขใ่ฒๅฝฉใ่ช็ฑใๆฐทๅฑฑใ่ณใฎใคใใ้ใๅธฝๅญใๆใ ้จๅฑใฎไธญใฎใฉใใใซ่ฉฑใใใใฆใไปใพใงไฟกใใใใจใฎใชใๅนฝ้ใๅผใณ่ตทใใใใใๅฎ้ใซใฏไฝใๅผใณ่ตทใใใฆใใชใใ๏ผ็ฉดใใฉใใซใใใใชใใฆ็ฐกๅใง่ชฐใงใใใใใใจใ ใ็ฌ)ใๅใฎ้ใใจๅผฑใ ใใๆญ่ฉใใใใใจใฉใฉใฉใฏ็ด ๆดใใใใใใใใขใไฝใฃใฆใชใณใฉใคใณใซๆ็จฟใใใใ่จใ้ใใ็งใฎไปฃๅ่ฉใฏๅ จใฆใAใใงๅงใพใ๏ผ๏ผ
So lay down some beats and ugly capricious melody on it and call it a song. Here, a song without any fear, only truth. It goes up when it isn't meant to, because it beckons only the emotion and is never named. Danny names it and waves it goodbye; fair-well, and never come back into my atelier, he said. The demo is so weak yet so true. I hate that urge to travel into the skies and see the world from above, only to say, " This rocket is such garbage. I would've liked to float in a zeppelin or on a wood plank. Fly in an aeroplane with walls nailed on, and we will never know the wind which blows high above and makes us fear. "Is it the same for you? Are you tired of writing about skin because it's so warm and fresh and gross? WouldN7t we like to read more about dirt and bones in which such skin stretches taut?" Fuck your grand and important "jobs", you have not named things or waved it goodbye. It still encapsulated in a well known box taped shut with tape made of reality. Make demos without fear, and why must we always value what is named and done? Is this not a sign of our dull nature? Society society society; I agree that it is important but to live in such illusion! Demos and colors and freedom and icebergs and ugly hats with ears. (I've forgotten about people because... well...,..., but sometimes like to address airly places in a room and call forth some ghosts in which I have never believed in. Calling forth nothing, actually,( Everybody knows of their holes, haha!) just wanted to say, make demos and post them online because your quivers and weak lyric and the dadadas and lalalas are awesome. Yeah, you've got it, all my pronouns start with an "A"!<
54.Romantic
2025.12.25
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ใใฎ่ธ่กใฎๆใ็พใใใจใใใฏใใปใใฎไธ็ฌใฎ้ขๆฃใฎไธญใซใใ่ฆใใใชใใ๏ผใใกใใใ็ก็็ข็ใงใฏใชใใ๏ผใใคใฆ้ใ็ งใใใฆใใๆใใๆชๆฅใฏใไปใใพใใพใ็ชฎๅฐใซ้ฅใใใจใใซใฎใผใจ่ช็ถใฎๅฅฅ็พฉใ็งใใกใซๆฐใฅใใใฆใใใใ็ขบใใซใไบบๅทฅ็ใช้ใฏใๅบใ่ฒซใใใ้ใงๆบใใใชใ็ๅบงใ็ฏใใใจใ ใใใใใง่ตทใใใใจใฏใ่ชฐใไฟๆใใใใจๆใใชใใปใฉๅกๅบธใ ใใใณใใณใใซใฏๅทใใใฃใฌใณใธใฃใผๅทใไพใซๆใใใใๅฝผใใฏ้ขๆฃใฎๅฃฎๅคงใชๆ ใๆใ ใๅกๅบธใใๆจใฆใๅบ้ฃใใฆ่ฟทๆใใใใใใๅฟใฎใชใใญใใใใฏใไธๆใใซๆ็ซ ใๆธใใๆฌฒๆใๆใใใใจใฏใงใใฆใใ็ใใฆใใใใจใใฏใใชใใใจใๆใใใใใใจใฏใงใใชใใ่ฒชๆฌฒใช็คพไผใฏใใพใใซใใฎใใใชๅนปๆณใๆฑใใๆๆใใใใผใ้ฃใฃใฆๅฟใๅปใใใจใใฆใใใใใใใๆใใใช๏ผใใจใใฉใใปใฉ่ใชใๅญๅจใงใใใใจใไบบใฏๅฟใๅปใใใๆใกใฎใใใใใ ใใใใชใใชใใ็พค่กใฏๅชใใใๆๆ ฎๆทฑใใงใฏใชใใๆญฃ็พฉใ็พฉใจ็งฐใใๆๆใใฎใใฎใงๆงๆใใใฆใใใใใ ใใ ใใใใใฃใขในใใฉใจใฏโฆ็งใฏ่นใ่ฆใใๆฐธ้ ใซ็ถใ่นใ็กๆฐใฎๅฐๅนณ็ทใๆญฉใ่นใ้ใ้ณฅใฏ้ ใๆใซ้ฃใณๅปใใ่ฅฟใฎ็ฉบใง็ซใจใชใฃใใๆชๆฅใฏๆฑบใใฆ้่ฆใงใฏใชใใไบ่จใฏ็งใใกใใญใใณไธป็พฉใซๅๆใใใใใใใใ็งใใกใฏใญใใณไธป็พฉ่ ใงใใ็ถใใๅฟใฏๆธฉใใ็ใฎ่กใง่ตคใ้ผๅใใใ
็ฉ่ชใจ้ณๆฅฝใไฝใใใใฎไธญใงๆใ็พใใใใฎใฏใใใชใใฎๅฃใซๆจชใใใใ่ชฐใซใ่ฆใใใใใจใๆๅณใใฆใใชใใไฝใๆใใใใใใงใใใใจ่จใใใใซๅคใใใ ใใใใใงใใใ็งใใกใฏๆใใใญใใณใใใฏใชไบบ็ใงๅฉ็ใๅพใใใใซใใใซใใใฎใงใฏใชใใ็ใใ้ใฏใๅธๆใๅคฑใใๅฟใใใใใญใใณใในใใจใใฆ็ใใใใจใ ใใใฎใใจใผใซใทใใฃใง็งใๆใฃใฆใใ็ฉใซใตใคใณใใฆใใใฆๆฌๅฝใซใใใใจใใ
The most beautiful of said art is only seen in a mere second of diaspora. (Unforced, ofcourse.) The bright future that once lit the way are no more and so plight, but has made us realize the esoterica of energy and nature. Surely, the artificial way to go is to build an unwavering throne out of pricked iron, yet what happens there is of such mediocrity that no one wishes to hold. Look to the Hindenburg and the Challenger for example, such magnificent carrier for diaspora; be rid of mediocrity, go forth and make nuisanse for a robbot without heart can write "well" and tame your lust but cannot make you feel alive and ephemeral. Such illusion is the gluttonious society; chomping down on your fears to be forgotten. But fear not! Certainly one will be forgotten and will be beaten no matter the holiness of ones being, for the mob are made up of not gentleness and thoughtfulmess, but the very fear that calls itself justice and righteousness. So, the diaspora.... I see a ship, a ship that lasts forever, that walks on million horizons. The blue bird has fled long ago; and has become a dragon of the western skies. The future never was important, and the predictions have turned us against romaticism. However, we remain a terrible romatic, and the heart beats red with warm true blood. (My honest confession was a lie! Just wanted me to believe that you believed in such idea.)
So here I am, working on stories and music. The most beautiful of which, lays it-self on your walls, never intended to be seen by anyone else. Only deserving a "this is alright" by its maker. And so be it; we are not here to make a profit off of our dear romantic lives. A way to live is to live as an hopeless and forgotten romantic. You signed something I had in that whaley city; thank you so much for that.
53.25
2025.11.26
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ๅฐใๆฉใๆจๆถใซใชใใพใใไปๅนดใใณใกใณใใใทใงใขใไฝๅใฎใไพ้ ผใใ่ณผๅ ฅใใใฆใใ ใใฃใ็ๆงใๆฌๅฝใซใใใใจใใใใใพใใใ็ตตใๆใใใจใฏ็งใซใจใฃใฆๅคงใใชๅใณใงใใใ็ๆงไธไบบใฒใจใใฎใใใซๆใใใใจใๅคงๅคๅ ๆ ใซๆใฃใฆใใพใใ็ๆงใฎใๆฏๆดใๆฑบใใฆ็ก้งใซใใใใจใชใใใขใผใใณใใฅใใใฃ๏ผใใใฆใใใฏใใญใธใผใซๅณๅฏใซ็ตใฟ่พผใพใใใในใฆใฎไบบ้ใฎ้ญ๏ผใซๆฉ่ฟใใใใใใจๆใฃใฆใใพใใไบบ้ใฎ่ธ่กใจ็ฒพ็ฅใซใคใใฆ็ ็ฉถใใใใจใงใ็งใใกใไบบ้ใใใใใฆใใ็ฒพ็ฅ็ใชๅถใฟใฎไพกๅคใ้ซใใใใใใๆใใ่พผใใฆๅตไฝใใใใณใใใฏใๅบ็ใใฆใใใใใจๆใฃใฆใใพใใ็ๆงใซๆ่ฌ็ณใไธใใพใใใใใฆใใคใใ็ๆงใจ็ๆงใฎ็พใใ้ญใๆใใใใจๆใฃใฆใใพใใ
ๆฅๅนดใฎ็ฎๆจใฏใใณใใใฏใๅบ็ใใไฝๅใๅฑ็คบใใๅๅผทใ็ถใใชใใไฝใใใฎใใญใฐใฉใ ใซๅๅ ใใใซใซใดใฃใผใ๏ผใธใฅใใข๏ผใฎไฝๅใ็่งฃใงใใใใใคใฟใชใข่ชใใใ็จๅบฆๆตๆขใซ่ฉฑใใใใใซใชใใในใญใใใใทใณใจๆ ผ้ใใViatopiaใฎ็ญใ็ฐกๅใชใฒใผใ ใไฝใใใจใงใใใใใฆใๆฅฝใใใงใชใฉใใฏในใใใใจใงใใ
ใใใๆใๅๅฃใชไบบ้ใใใฏใ่ชใใ่ใใใจใฎใงใใชใไบบ้ใฎๆไปฃใๆฅใใ ่ฆใใ็งใฏใใชใๆนใซๆๅพใฎไบบ้ใ่ฆใใใใใๆใจใฏไฝใ๏ผๅต้ ใจใฏไฝใ๏ผๆงใใจใฏไฝใ๏ผๆใจใฏไฝใ๏ผใโๆๅพใฎไบบ้ใฏใใๅใใใใ็ฌใใใใ ๅฐ็ใฏๅฐใใใชใใใใฎไธใๅ จใฆใๅฐใใใใไบบ้ใ่ทณใญๅใฃใฆใใโฆใๆใ ใฏๅนธ็ฆใ็บๆใใใโๆๅพใฎไบบ้ใฏใใ่จใใ็ฌใใใใ โใใชใผใใชใใปใใผใใงใใใใกใฉใใฅในใใฉใฏใใ่ชใใใ
Thank you to everyone who commented,shared and commissioned and bought works from me this year. I take great joy in drawing and it is such an honor to draw for every single one of you. I will not waste any of your support, and wish to repay the art community (not only, but all human souls strictly made into technology) by researching about human art and the psyche in order to strengthen the value of the spiritual endeavor that makes us all human as well as publishing comics crafted with such thought in mind. I thank you, and someday I hope to save you and your beautiful human soul.
My goals next year; publish my comics, exhibit physical works, carry on with the studies enter some sort of public program, get semi-fluent in Italian so that I understand Calvino's (junior) works, fight/rumble with the slop-machine, make short and simple games on Viatopia; and just enjoy and relax.
โAlas, the time of the most despicable man is coming, he that is no longer able to despise himself. Behold, I show you the last man. 'What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?'โthus asks the last man, and he blinks. The earth has become smaller, and on it hops the man who makes everything small...'We have invented happiness'โsay the last men, and they blink.โ - Friedrich Nietzche, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
52.Mr.Fox
2025.11.20
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้ฆใๅฉใใฎใซๅฃๅบใใใฆใใ่กใฏๆญขใพใใใจใชใใใใผใใใณใซ็ชใๅใใใใใใฎใใใใๅนณๅใชใใฎใ้่ฆใ ใจๆใใใใใไปใฎๅขใๆใใๆญป้ชธใง่บซใ่ฆใ่ ใใใใ้่ฆใชใใจใซใจใใใใฆใใใจ่ฝใก็ใใใๅคง่ใไฟก้ ผใใใ็งใฏไธ็ใซ่ฆชๅใซใใใใใใใฆใใใซใใฃใฆ็ฅใจไธ็ใฎใใๆนใซๆ่ปใงใใใใใ่ฒชๆฌฒใจ่ฒๆฌฒใๅคใใใใฎใใใช่ฒชๆฌฒใใใในใฆๅใ้คใใใญใชในใใฏใคในใซใชใชใใฎใฆใใจ่ใใใญ๏ผใญใชในใใๅฆๅฎใใใจใ๏ผใซใคใใฆใฉใๆใฃใใฎใใ๏ผ็ก็ฅ่ซ่ ใชใใใซใๅคใๆฅใฎๅฒๅญฆใ็ฅใ๏ผๅฝผใใฏ็ฝชใๆใๆนใใใใใใใงใๆฐธ้ ใซ็ฝชไบบใงใใในใใ ใใใ๏ผ็งใฏใใ ๆตทใๅใชใฉใซๅฏพใๅชใใใใใใใๅ จใฆใใใใชใไฝใๆฐใซใชใใใซใใใใใ ใใใ
I really don't care much about things anymore; intervene in thrashing of the necks but it will not stop the blood from flowing. There are things so motivated by dopamine that things of peace do not feel important and they dig into other graves and cover themselves in carcasses. There is a beauty of being at peace with out much to the name; the big tomes I do trust in as I never feel at ease being stuck in any importance. I would like to be kind to the world, and by means kind to god and it's way of the world. There exists too much greed and lust and I would like to be rid of everything of such gluttony. I would like to be kind, but I woudn't care of any other man's kindness. What did christ think of Judas Iscariot and Saint Peter (when he denied him). They repent their sin, but should they still be eternally sinful? I would just like to be gentle, for the sake of the world.
51.Phenomenology
2025.11.7
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ใใใซใกใฏใใใใRSSใจใใๅใฎใใธใงใณใกใผใซใงๅฑใใฆใใใใจใ็ฅใใพใใๆฌๆใฏไธ่จใใ่ฆงใใ ใใใ
Hello there, is my Rss working? I hope this is being delivered to you via pigeon-mail. I have been began my studies on aesthetics and the arts and find myself enjoying it everyday. It was this, phenomenology;my calling. By blood, I have always been interested in sociology, but never saw myself persuing it. I now am looking into anemoia as a phenomenon. I have very much to study; of the arts and of language, and ofcourse, of the human psyche.My Italian studies are not going so swell, but I will be getting some calvino books soon so hopefully I can learn it through marvelous writing of his.
50.Turismegistus, Bruno and Fra Angelico
2025.10.26
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RSS่ฉฆ่กใฎ็บใฎๆ็ซ ใใใใใขใง้ดใใ็ฅใใใๅใๅใๆฐๆใกใซ่ฟใใฎใงใใฒใใใผใกใใฃใใฏใชใใฎใ่ชญใใ ใใๅฎๆ็พ่กใ็บใใใใใฆใใๆฅใ ใๆๅ่พบใใฎใใจใใๆฌๆฐใใงใใฃใใ็ฎก็ใใใใจๆใๅงใใใใใฎๆฅใๆฐ้ทใซๅพ ใฃใฆใใฆใใใฃใใใใคใใฏใใใชใใจ็ฅใฃใฆใใใใใใณใใใฃใขใซๅบใใฎใงๆผซ็ปใใใใใใขใใใใผใใใใใจๆใฃใฆใใพใใRSSๆ้ซใ
This update is for the sake of implementation of RSS. I feel like a Venetian recieving mails from bottles and sea gulls.Been studying hard at some heremtic stuff and catholic religious art. Every theme painted I am in awe of. Culture must be protected; I will make myself a researcher one day to protect all the cultures and become a patron of art. What will become of Bernini, Michealangelo and the others if not for the protector of these arts? Comic update may come soon. RSS is great.
49. What Was That, September? Do I Remember.
2025.10.21
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ไนๆใฏใจใฆใๅณใใๆใ ใฃใใใใ่ฒใ ใฎไปใพใงใฎไบบ็ใซใคใใฆ่ใ็ดใๆ้ใ ใฃใใๅฅใซใใใใใฉใใจใใใใใงใฏใชใใใใฉใๅ ใ ๅคใๅคงๅฅฝใใง็งใฏใใคใงใใ่กๅใใใใใใใฆๆใใใใชๆฐใใใฆใใใใ ใใฉๅๆใจ่จใฃใใ๏ผๅกใใๅถ็ถใ็ถใใจใณใธใณใ้ณใใใฆใฏใใใใใใคใ ใฃใฆใไฝๅใๆธใใใใฎใซๅฏพใใฆ็งฐ่ณใไธใใฆใใใไบบใใใๅนผๅฐๆใใ็ฒพ็ฅ็ใช้ฝๅใซใใไฝใใจๆฒใใใใฆใใพใใใจใใใฃใใ๏ผไธ็ใฎ็ตใใซๆฏใใใใฃใชใจใณใซใๅ็ ง๏ผใใใฆใไฝใใจ้ใใซใชใๅงใใใใใ ใไปๆไฝใใใใฎๆฐๅฅใช้ๅฝใซใใใคใฟใชใขใปใญใผใๅธๅฝใฎ็พ่กๅฒๅใณใใฎใใผใกใใฃใใฏใชๅฒๅญฆใใคใฟใชใข่ชใใฎใใฎใซๅคงใใชใ่ๅณใจ้ขๅฟใๆใกๅใใMOTHER2ใจใ ใผใใณใทใชใผใบใ่ชญใฟ็ฅ่ฉฑใจใใใใฎๅฏพใใไฟกไปฐใๅผทใใชใฃใใใใใใซใใใๆๅใธใฎๆใฏไธๆฐใใใไปใฏใใใใใฎใใจใ็ฅใใใใจๆใใใงใใ้ใๅญฆใใงใใใใพใใใ ใผใใณใ่ชญใใใจใงใใผใใฎ็ฒพ็ฅๆงใซๅผทใๅ ฑ้ณดใใใๆทฑใ่ชๅใๅใๅ ฅใใใ่ฉฆใฟใใใงใใใใใซใชใฃใใใใซๆใใใๅๆใซใใใชใใฎใใใใฏใฎใใใชๅคใใใใชใใซๅญๅจใใใใใซใชใฃใใฎใใใใใชใใใใใฎไนๆใฏใชใใ ใฃใใฎใ ใใใใจ่ใใใฉใๅๆใซใใใฃใจใใๅใฏ่ชไฟกใใชใใฎใ๏ผใใใง็ตใใฃใฆใใใใฎใ๏ผใใจใใ่ใใใๅฟ ่ฆใใชใในใณใผใใๆใซๅ ฅใใใใใฎในใใใใงใใฃใใชใใๆ่ฌใใใใชใใ็ใ็งใซ่จใฃใฆใใใใจใฏใๅ จใฆๆญฃใใใฃใใจๆใใใใใใฆๅฅๆฎต่ชๅใ่ฒฌใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใชใใชใฃใใไปฅๅใฎ่ฉฑใงๅบใฆใใ้ป่ปใงๅใใใซๅบงใฃใฆใใๆงใใซๅคใใใใฎไบบใใใใฎๆ็ฌใใใใฆใใใใใชๆฐใใใใใใใใฏ็ขบใใซใใใงใใฃใใ๏ผไฝใใ็งใซๅใใฃใฆ็ฌใใใใฆใใใใใงใฏๆฑบใใฆใชใใใใใ ใญใใฌใใฃใผ๏ผ
September denied me hard and I was rethinking of all the wrong doings of my life; nothing was right, which is fine, but I love summer and hate the autumn as it is always too docile and gloomy. However Oh October! The engine started revving this october by mere series of coincidences. I had been told I write with a certain finesse in middle-school days however had not done anything with it for I suffered from depression had rendered my confidence to be near non-existant. I also went on to persue the arts for my personal history had made me to keep mum. I now think that I had suffered from dangerously low self-acceptance and deemed myself worthless of any meaningful doing. However, because of chance and nothing more, I've come to take interest in Italian and Roman art history and hermetic philosophies that accompany it, as well as study of Italian as a language its self, played Mother2, begun reading the Moomins' to restore my faith in folklore and myths, which made me love culture more than I did. I now am proceeding to study Italian art history as well as philosophy and history of ancient romans, and look into the surreal nature of human cognition. I also begun to inherit Snufkin's (Tove's) philosophies to life; influenced to do so mostly because of nature and sublime, but also because of Earthbound. Now I ask what was the september, but maybe the mese had given me everything to despair for me to set forth in a direction that doesn't toy with my psychological incapabilities. Everyone was right in a way; I will return once more without needing to consolidate my confidence; for I enjoy it, and these things bring me joy and meaning.
47.Mother
2025.10.02
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237ๅ็ฎใฎใใฎไธ็ๅจๅใ็ตใฆใ็งใฏไปใ่ชๅใฎ่ๅณใฏ็ฅ่ฉฑโฆใจใณใใญใใผใจไธ็ใฎใทในใใ ใซใใใใจใซๆฐใฅใใใ่ชฐใ่ชฐใงใไฝใไฝใไฝใใฎใใชใฉใใฉใใงใใใใใใใใๅฟ็ๅญฆใๆทฑใๆใไธใใฆใใใ ใฎๆ นๆ ใ่ฆใคใๅบใใใฎใฏใ1. ็ ็ฉถใฏใไธ็็งฉๅบใใจๆฅ็ทใ็ตใฐใชใใใฐใชใใชใๅ ดๅใไฟก้ ผใงใใชใใจใใใใจใ2. ใใใใไฟกใใใใใใๅคงใใช้ณฅใซๅใฃใฆไปฃใใฃใฆใใผใใผใซใชใฃใใใจใใใฎใฏไบๅฎใ ใใใใใไบๅฎใฏๅฎ้ใซ่ตทใใฃใฆใใใใ็ ็ฉถใงใใชใ(ๆญฃ็ขบใซใฏใ่ตทใใฃใฆใใใใจใฎๆนใ้ใใซ่ตทใใฃใฆใใชใใใจใใใ้ใใใใใฆ่ชใใใ๏ผไปใ็ ็ใฏใๅ ๅบใใจๅญค็ซใๅฆๅฎใใ่ ใใกใฎๅคฉๅฝใจๅใใฆใใใ็บๅคใใ็ทใๅฅณใใใฃใฆๆฅใฆใใใชใใๆๅทฎใใฆใใใชใใฏโฆๆค็ฉๅญฆ่ ใ โฆใใจ่จใใ ใใใใใชใใๆค็ฉๅญฆ่ ใๆผใใใซใใใๅฎใใใใๅฝนๅฒใซ่ใใฆใใคใญใใใซใชใใซใใใ็งใฏๅ จใๆฐใซใใชใใใใใชใบใ ใ๏ผใใใงใใชใโฆๆฉใ่กใ่ฒๆฎปใฏใไปใชใ่ช็ถใซใใฃใฆ้ ็ฝฎใใใใใฎใงใฏใชใโฆ ใฟใใชๅ่ฆใๅซใใใใชใ๏ผ ใพใใซใใใ็งใใคใฟใชใข่ชใๅญฆใผใใจๆฑบใใ็็ฑใ โฆ................ Chi sono i poeti? ๅ ๆฐใๅบใใฆใไบบใซ้ ผใใชใใง๏ผใจใผในใฏใฟใใชใใใช้ขจใชใฎใ๏ผ๏ผ Capiche?_ Capiche.
On my 237th time around the entity, I've now realized that my interest lay solely in myths....the entropy and the system of the world. I have not cared who is who and what makes what; digging deep into such psychology to found a mere mirage for 1. one cannot trust studies when it has to be tangent with the "world order" and 2. Believe in the niche; pigeons replaced big birds and became a dodo; that is a fact; however fact can only be studied after it's occurence. Now the purgatory has become heaven for those who deny solidity and isolation. Some man or woman will arrive from out of town and point to you and say " you.... are....a....botanist...." and I really do not care if you play yourself botanist or if you go against the appointed role and become a pilot instead. Nihilistic? Not so... the bridges and the towns and the seashells with placement given by no other nature... Don't we all hate bigotry? That is exactly why I decided to learn italian................... Chi sono i poeti? Chin up, don't look to the people ( are all aces like this?) Capiche?_ Capiche.
48.Jealousy is the human nature
2025.10.09
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ใคใผใใผใฎ่ไฝใๅๆญใใใไธ็ใจ่ชๅทฑใใ่ชญใใงใใฆใ็ๆณไธป็พฉใจ็คพไผใใใใใใใใ่ซไบใฏใในใฆใไบใใธใฎๅซๅฆฌใซ่ตทๅ ใใฆใใใใจใซๆฐใฅใใใ่ช็ฑใจๅไบบ็ใชๅฑๆใจๅฒๅญฆใใใฃใฆ่ใใ็บๆฐใใกใฏใใขใใ ใจใคใใฎใ็งใฏ่ชฐ๏ผใใจใใๆฐธ้ ใฎๅใใซๅธธใซ่พๆใใใใใทใณใใซใช็ใๆนใๆฑใใฆใใใๅฝผใใฏใใใใใใจใชใผใไธป็พฉ่ ใใงใใใๅฝผใใฎไพกๅค่ฆณใฏๅดๅๅซ็ใจๆ่ฝใซๅคงใใไพๅญใใไปฒ้ใจๆ้ใฎใใ็ๆดปใๅคข่ฆใฆใใใไธๆนใๆไบบใใกใฏใ็คพไผใ็ฟๆ ฃ็ใซๆฉ่ฝใใใจใใ็็ฑใ ใใงใ่ช็ฑใๅไบบ็ใชๅฑๆใๅฒๅญฆใซใคใใฆ่ใใชใใใใซ่จ็ทดใใใฆใใใใขใคใใณใใฃใใฃใ็ใใใจใฏ้ฃไบบใจใฎ็ตใๆญใกๅใใใใฎใใใช็คพไผใซใใใๅฝผใใฎ็ซๅ ดใๅคฑใใใใใจใซใชใใใใงใใใใใใใ็คพไผ็ๆดปใจใใ็ฟๆ ฃ็ใงไธ่ฒซใใๆฐธ้ ๆงใฎไธญใงใ้ฝไผใฎไบบใ ใๅคง้ธๅฎ ใใขใใผใใซไฝใฟใใใใใ็ฌ่ชใฎไปฃๅ่ฉใจใขใคใใณใใฃใใฃใๆใคใฎใ่ฆใใจใไบบใ ใฏใ็คพไผใฎไธ้จใงใชใใชใใ็งใฏไธไฝไฝ่ ใชใฎใ ใใใ๏ผใใคใซใชใฃใใใ็ใฎๅไบบใฎใขใคใใณใใฃใใฃใจใฏไฝใใใใใไฝใใๆงๆใใใฆใใใฎใใๅใใใจใใงใใใฎใ ใใใ๏ผ ใชใๅฝผใใฏ็ฌ่ชใฎใขใคใใณใใฃใใฃใๆใฃใฆใใใฎใซใ็งใซใฏใชใใฎใ๏ผใใจ่ชๅใๅงใใใใใใใฏๆๅงใใใๆๆ ใงใใใใฉใกใใฎๅดใ่ชๅใๆฑใใฆใใๅซๅฆฌใซๆฐใฅใใฆใใชใใๅฏพ็ซใใๅดใซๅผใๅฏใใใใใฎใฏๅ จใ่ช็ถใชใใจใ ใใใฉใใใฏในใใใ็ฒพ็ฅใฎๆฌ่ณชใชใฎใ ใ็คพไผใจ่ช็ถใฏๆฌฒๆฑใงใฏใชใใๅฟ ่ฆใซใใฃใฆๆใ็ซใฃใฆใใใใจใ่ช่ญใใชใใใฐใชใใชใใไบบใฏใใใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใใใใใใใใใใฎใ ใๅไบบใงใใๅฟ ่ฆใ้ๅฃใงใใๅฟ ่ฆโฆใใผใฆใฃใณใฏใใฃใณใใใใฎๅชๅฃใงๅ้กใใชใใใใใฏๅใซใๅชๅฃใชใฉๅญๅจใใชใใใใ ใใซใจใซใใใจใใๅชใใฆใใใจใๅฃใฃใฆใใใจใใใใใจใฏใชใใใใจใๅคงๅใใณ็งๅ็ฉใใฏใธใฉใใๅชใใฆใใใจใๅฃใฃใฆใใใจใใใใใจใใชใใใใใ ใ่ช็ถ็ใซใฏๅฝผใใๅใใในใใใใใใใฃใใ ใใ ใๅช่ถๆงใฏใใผใใกใณใ็จฎใฎๅฟใฎไธญใซใฎใฟๅญๅจใใใใใใใใใใฏ้ฃๆใไนใใใ็นๆฎใไธๅฎๅฎใ ใใใงใใใ็จฎใ่ญๅฅใใไธ็ฉใฎๆง่ณชใ่ฆณๅฏใใ็ฅใฎใใใช่ฝๅใๆใกใชใใใ็งใใกใฏไพ็ถใจใใฆใใผใฆใฃใณใฎ็ฎใง่ชใใฎๆง่ณชใ่ฆใใใจใใชใใๅซๅฆฌใฏใๅใใใใฎใๆใไบบ็ใ่ ใใใใใใใชใใจใใๆๆใฎๅ ใซใใโฆใใใฏๆใใใฆๆฌๅฝใ ใใใใ ่ค้ใใใพใใไบบ้ใฎๆฌ่ณชใ ใใใใใ่ค้ใใธใฎ็ญใใฏๅธธใซๅ็ดใงใใใๅ็ดใใฏ่ค้ใใใ้ใฎใใจใ่จใฃใฆใฟใใ ๅญไพใฎ้ ใซใใใซใฃใใจOFFใซ่ฒใฆใฆใใใฃใใใใใMOTHER2ใฏใจใฆใ็ด ๆดใใใใฒใผใ ใ ใจๆใใใๆตใไธ็่ฆณใใญใฃใฉใฏใฟใผใ่ฒๅฝฉ๏ผใในใฆใ็ด ๆดใใใใMOTHERใฏๅฐใใใฌใคใใใใMOTHER3ใใฏใชใขใใใพใงใฏๆงใใฆใใโฆ๏ผ้ๅฑใซใชใใใจใใใใใโฆ่ฆใใชใๆตใจใฎใจใณใซใฆใณใใโฆ๏ผใใใฆไปใMOTHER3ใใใฌใคใใฆใใใใพใ ใใฎใฒใผใ ใๅฅฝใใใฉใใใใใใชใโฆ ใใฃใใใชใณ้ขจใใซใซใดใฃใผใ้ขจใใใงใชใผใ้ขจใซใๆๆ ใๆใใชใใ่กใใใพใใ้ใใชๆ ไบบใธใฎๆโฆ ใใชใใฎใใจใ็่งฃใใใใใใฉใ็่งฃใงใใชใใใ่จ่ใ็ๅฎใงใฏใชใใใจใ็ฅใฃใฆใใใ้ๅ่ ใ่ฆณๅฏ่ ใใใพใๆผใใฆใใใใใใใ่จใฃใไบบใฎๆง่ณชใ็ฅใฃใฆใใใใ ใใใ้ใใซๅ ฑๅญใงใใ๏ผ ็่งฃใใใใใใฉใ็่งฃใงใใชใใใใใใชใใใใฐใซใใฆใใใใฎใฏใจใฆใๅฌใใใ๏ผ
I've been reading Yi-Fu's work "Segmented World and Self", to find that all of these disputes over idealism and society solely lie in jealousy of one another. The townsmen, thinking with liberty and personal prospect and philosophy, always tired by Adam & Eve's eternal question of "WHO AM I?", seek a simpler way of life. They are so-called "elitests", their value system heavily reliant on work ethics and skills, dreams of life with companionship and time. While, on the other hand, the villagers are trained not to think about liberty, personal prospects and philosophy, simply because society works in a habitual manner; questioning their identity will cut bonds with the neighbors, which will rid them of their post in such a society. However, in the habitual and consistant eternity of the life of society, seeing towns people living in grand mansions and apartments with their own pronouns and identity, people start to ask, "Who am I then, if not a part of the society? When will I get to question what my true individual identity is and what it's comprised of? How come they get their own badge and I don't?" These are suppressed emotions and neither side realizes the jealousy in which they live. It is a completely natural thing to be pulled to the opposing side: paradox is the true nature of the psyche. We must realize that society and nature are made of needs, not wants. One will only work in such a way because there is the need to do so. Need not to be an individual, need to be an individual... Darwin does not classify the fiches off of their superiority, simply because superiority does not exist; frogs are no more or less superior to the flies, nor are the flies more or less superior to the big cats or the whales; nature simply had a niche for them to fill. Superiority only exists in the minds of tournament species; but they are such way because food is scarce, and their reproduction is precarious. Having the godly ability to identify species and observe the nature of all things, we still refuse to use the Darwanian eye for the nature of ourselves. But we are jealous because the other threatens our livlelihood... but that too may be an illusion. Complexity too, is a human nature. However answers to complexity are always simple. Simplicity is complexity. "Try the other way around" Being a individual who enjoyed Yumenikki and OFF as a kid, I loved Mother2. The enemies, the worldview,the characters the colors! Everything is great. I played a bit of Mother, which I'm holding off until I finish Mother3 (because it can be tedious), and am playing Mother3 right now. I'm not sure I like the game yet... My love for quiet traveller wondering the streets with suppressed emotions, chaplin-esque, calvino-esque, felini-esque... I'd love to understand you but know I never can and know the words aren't true; I've played the fool and the observer well enough to know that about people.So can we just co-exist in quiet? I'd love to understand, but I never can, so it's very good to have you around.
45.Thoughts and Rebirth
2025.09.15
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ๆใฎๅ้ใฎๅคขใใใ่ฆใใฎใ ใใใฉใๅคขใจใใใใฎใฏไธๆ่ญฐใชใใฎใงๅ จใ่ฆชใใใชใ่ ใๅคขใงไผใใจ่ฆชใใๆใใใใใใๅคขใงใๅ้ใฏๆจชใซๅใใจใฌใใผใฟใผใฎใใๅฎถใซไปไบบใจไฝใใงใใใใใฎๅคขใง็งใฏๆฃใฎ่งใ็บใใฆใใใใฏใ็งใๅปบใฆใๅฎถใ ใฎใซใใจๅใใฆใใใใใใฏใ่ชฐใฎ่จ่ใชใฎใใ็งใใ็ฅใใชใใ่ชฐใฎๅซๅฆฌๅฟใชใฎใใ็ฅใใชใใใพใใฆใๆฏ้ ๆฌฒใฎใชใๆททไนฑๆงใฎ่ชๅใๆพใคใใฎ่จ่ใไฝใ็ฎๆใใฆใใใฎใใ่ฆ้ๆใฎ่ชๅใจๅคขใฎ่ชๅใฏใฉใ้ใใฎใใใใฎๆๆ ใ้ขไฟๆงใซใฌใผใใซใชใฉใคใใฆใใใใฎใชใฎใใใใคใใใ่ใใใไฝใใ่จใใใใฆๅฃใ้ใใใจใใไบๅฎใ ใใใใใใซใใๆฌๅฝใชใฎใใใใใชใใๆพใฃใ่จ่ใใใใๆพใฃใฆใใ่ชๅใฏๅ จใฆๅใชใฎใใใใใชใใจใๅกใใๆใใฏใใใใฆใใๆงๅญใ็บใใชใใๆใใๅคขใฎไธญใง่จ่ใๆพใค็งใฏใ็งโใงใใใฏใใ ใใใฉใ็กๆ่ญใงใใฃใฆๆททไนฑใใฆใใฆใ่กๅใซ็งปใใชใใใฎใฏใใใซๅญๅจใใฆใใฆใใใฆใใชใใจใใๅคงๅทฎใฏใชใใจ่กๅๅญฆใฏ่ฆๅใใใใใใ
There are no pronounced Italian painters of the late 16th century, not becuase they did not exist, but merely because it was the age of science and development. Likewise, there are age of the surrealists and there are ages where no one seems to produce anything of the sort, simply because of stability in politics and the pious belief in scientific development rather than art and culture. I've signed up to tumblr, seeking for a place with out crawlers and bots and found a community of artists with extreme talents. The talent is prevelant everywhere; I look to the right and I see talent and I look to the left and see more talent. Neocities is one of these places. The modern humanity has not been capable of trusting the government ( simply becuase it is impossible to do so) and took to their hands to create meaning to their lives. I proclaim this; we may be heading to a new age if renaissance. Some who are not taken over by greed and marketing simply studying the world and compiling facts to make up a foundation in which others can stand on is truely fantastic, and I wish to possess such talent. I have not been studying much as I would've liked, but in order to support such renaissance in which humanity work hand in hand across sectors of culture, I would like to study more and take such role. That being said, here is a fantastic writing by Aditya Anand. Their other works concerning the politics of today are also truely wonderful. I am in awe of talents such as this. It truly is a blessing to get to meet and speak with philosophers, musicians, and artists of many talents.
44.When the Artistic Vision does not Exist
2025.09.12
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ใพใ ่ชญใฟ็ตใใฆใใชใใใ่ธ่กๅฒใจใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ใซ้ขใใๆฌใ่ชญใใงใใใใกใซใไปไบไธญใซใตใจใใ่ใใๆตฎใใใ ใใขใณใใฌใใซใใณใฎใชใผใใใใฃใบใ ไปฅ้ใใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ้ๅใฏไบใคใฎๅ้ใซๅใใใใจ่จใใใฆใใใไธใคใฏใชใผใใใใฃใบใ ใใใไธใคใฏใใใคใบใใณใงใใใใใใง็งใฏ่ใใใไปๆฅใฎใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ็ใใณใขใใใในใญใใใใทใณใๆ ฃ็ฟ็ใป่ชฌๆ็ใชๆง่ณชใซๅฏพใใฆใใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ้ๅใฏไฝใๆไพใงใใใฎใ ใใใ๏ผใใใง็งใ่ใใฆใใใฎใฏใใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ใ็ใซๆฉ่ฝใใใใใซใฏใ่ชใใฎๅ ทไฝๆงใ่ช่ญใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใจใใใใจใ ใใชใใชใใใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ใฏใใใใฎๆงใซ็พๅฎใ่บซไฝใซใๆไพใใใใใจใซใใใฆใฎใฟๆฉ่ฝใใใใใงใใใๆฉๆขฐใซใใฃใฆ็ใฟๅบใใใในใญใใใซใฏใใฎใใฅใขใณในใๆฌ ใใฆใใใ่ฆใไพกๅคใฎใใใคใกใผใธใ็ใฟๅบใใใจใใงใใชใใใชใใชใใใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ใฎๆฌ่ณชใฏใๆ ฃ็ฟ็ใงใ่ชฌๆ็ใงใใชใ็พๅฎใซๅคงใใไพๅญใใฆใใใใใใใใใใ็ก่ฆใใฆใใพใใฐใใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ใฎๆ นๅนนใฏๅดฉใใฆใใพใใฎใงใใใฏใใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ใชใฉใจๅผในใชใใไฝใใใซใชใฃใฆใใพใใใใใใฃใฆใไฝๅใๅตไฝใใใในใใผใใจใไธ็ใซใใใ่ช่บซใฎๅ ท็พๅใฏใไบบ้ใฎใทใฅใซใฌใขใชในใ ไฝๅใซใใใฆๆฅตใใฆ้่ฆใชใใคใณใใจใชใใจ่ใใฆใใใใชใใใซใปใณใขใฎใใใชใณใขใฎ่ชฌๆ็ๆง่ณชใฏใ็ฉ็็ใชๅ ท็พๅใงใฏใชใใไปฎๆณ็ใชๅ ท็พๅใจใใๆทฑใ้ขไฟใใฆใใใไบบ้ใฏใใฏใใญใธใผใซๅคขไธญใซใชใฃใฆใใใใใ็พๅฎใฏไปใไปฎๆณไธ็ใซๅญๅจใใใใฎ้ใใพใ็ถใใงใใใไบบ้ใฎๆณๅๅใฏใใฏใใญใธใผใซๅใฃใฆไปฃใใใใใใพใฃใใใใฏใใญใธใผใฏไบบ้ใซๆ่ใๆณๅใๅผทๅถใใใใฎใงใฏใชใใใใ ใๆณๅๅใจๆ่ใฏๅธธใซไบบ้ใฎ็ฉ็็ๆง่ณชใจ็ธ้ข้ขไฟใซใใใไปฅๅใซใ่ฟฐในใใใใซใ็งใฎ็ฌใฏ่นใ่ฑ็ซใ็ฅ่ฆใงใใชใใๅฝผใใฎๆ่ฆใฏ้ใใใฆใใใๆณๅใใใ่ใใใใใใใจใใงใใชใใใใ ๏ผใใใใฏใใใฎไบใคใฎๅด้ขใซ้ขใใฆใฏใฏใใใซ้ใใใฆใใใๅฝผใใฏๅ ่ฆใฎใใใช้ญๆใช็นๆงใๆใฃใฆใใใใ็งใซใฏใใใจๅ ฑใซ็ใใใใจใฏๆณๅใงใใชใใใชใใชใใ็งใใกใใพใใใใฎใใใช็ฉ็็ๆง่ณชใฎไธญใงๅถ้ใใใฆใใใใใ ๏ผ็ฉ็็ๆง่ณชใฎๅชๅคฑใซใใใๆ ฃ็ฟใๅ้ทใ๏ผ่ชฌๆ็ใชๆง๏ผใใใใฆใใชใใใซใใชๆง่ณชใ่ๅปถใใใๆณๅๅใๅไบบ็ใชๅๆณใซๅฎฟใไบบ้ๆงใ่ธ่กๆงใใใใฆไบบ้ใฎ่บซไฝใซๅฎฟใ็ฌ็นใฎๅๆงใฏใไปใๅคฑใใใคใคใใใ่ชฌๆ็ใใใใใฏๆ ฃ็ฟ็ใซใๅฎ็งใใงใใใใจใใ่ ใฏใๆณๅๅใไบบ้ๆงใใใใฆ็พๅฎใ้ใใ็ฌ็นใฎๅๆงใๆฌ ใใฆใใใๅฝผใใฏใพใใซ้ใ่่ฒ ใฃใใๆจก็ฏ็ใชใ่ธ่กๅฎถใชใฎใ ใ
I have not yet finished reading the books but there was a thought that came to me at work through reading about the history of the arts and a book on surrealism. After Bretons automatism, the surrealist movement is said to have branched into two sectors; one with the automatists, the other with Depaysement. Which lead me to think; what does the surrealist movement have to offer against slop-machines and coventional and explanative nature of surrealism today which turned into a "core"? My thought here is, in order for surrealism to acutally work, one must be aware of its own embodiment, for surrealism only works in a possesive state. The slops generated by machines lack this nuance and cannot make an image worth looking at because the nature of surrealism heavly relies on the reality that is neither conventional or explanative. Thus, the speed in which a work is being created and ones own embodiment in the world is crucial points in human surrealist works. The explanative nature of cores such as liminal-core, has more to do with virtual embodiment, not the physical one. Because humans are so engrossed with technology,reality now exists in the virtual and vice versa. Human imagination has been replaced by techonology because technology simply does not force one to think or imagine; imagination and thoughts always corelate to ones own physical nature. As I've discussed before, my dog cannot percieve rainbows nor the fireworks, because their senses are limited, thus, unable to imagine or think (or, much more limited in terms of these two aspects. They have keen traits like the smell which I cannot imagine to live with, for we too are limited in physical nature such as this)With the loss of the physical nature; conventionality, verbosity, and the "liminal" nature prevails. Imagination, humanity of ones personal reminisce, artistic quality and distinct character prevelant in physicality of human body is at loss now. Thus, when one strives to be explanative or conventionally "perfect", the individual lacks imagination, humanity and distinctitive character withholding reality.They indeed are a "model" artist who carrys a scythe on their backs...
My point here is that if the world isn't built for you, and you have nothing to offer even after breaking your back and neck for it; don't worry. You just might be apt at the most meaningful, beautiful, intelligently modest way of life and nature of man; a traveller. In my book, thats the best kind of people this life has to offer or else the world is built for exploitation; either way you live and you die. Everything in the middle is brief stops;either I make the stops, or someone makes it for me and forces me to strive for a "perfect" stay.
Even my messenging service began implementing that wretched brain-rotting system. (Why should I communicate to a robot? Who thought this was a good idea?) That big G company is full of misinformation nowdays, putting one and 1 together to create, not two, but "one1". So I went ahead and installed duckduckgo. You can turn the wretched thing off unlike other browsers, so its really helpful and I'm liking it.
43.153
2025.09.07
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็งใใกใฏใ่งฆใใใใจใฎ็พใใใ็ฅใใชใใใฉใ่งฆใใใใชใใใจใฎ็พใใใฏใ่ชฐใใใใใใฃใฆใใใจใใใฌใผใณใใ่ฒทใใซ่กใใจใใฆใใใฎ้ไธญใงใใใใจๅท่ทกใซ่งฆใใใใฆใไฝใ ใๆฒใใใชใฃใๆผใซใ็ซใกๅฏใฃใใใงใผใณใงใๆๅณใใชใ็ฝตๅใซ้กใๅฐใ้ญใใๆๆ ใๅฐใ้ใใชใใไธญใฏใใ้ใ่ฆใใๅคใฏใฏใใใซ็พใใๆ ใใๆฒใใฟใๆใใซใใๆฟใใใใใๅธฐใ้ใซใใใคใใฏ้ ใใง็ฝใ้ใใงใใใ ใใฎๆใใไฝใ็ฉใฟใใใชๅคงใใใงใใใผใซใๆตทใซ้้ใใใใณใใใกใ็ งใใใฆใใฆใใใฎๆใใ็ใใใฆใใใพใซๅนใ้ขจใง้ใๅ ใจใชใใใจใใ่งฆใใใใจใฎ็พใใใชใใฆใ็ใพใใฆใใฎใใใใใใชใใฆใใ่งฆใใชใ่ ใใกใฎ็พใใใ ใใฏใใใไธ็ใใใฃใฆใใใใ ใใใใฎ่ผช้ญใ้ใญใฆใใใใกใซใใคใใซใฏๅ จใฆใซ่งฆใใชใใพใพใซใ็พใใใ่ฆใฆใใใ่ณชๅใฎ็ญใใฏใใใใใใจๅธๆใชใฎใใใใใชใใจใ็งใฏ่ใใพใใใใใคใใใใใฆ่งฆใใใใชใ่ ้ใใ่งฆใใใใชใๅๅฃซใง็พใใ็ งใใใใใฎใ ใจใใใใจใไฟกใใใใๆทกใๅธๆใงใๆๆฐๆใซ่ผชๅปปใ่ฆใใใ่ตคใใฟใคใใณใ่ถใใใซ่ฆใใใใใใฎใใใใใชใใๆฌๅฝใซๆ่ฌใใฆใใใพใใ
We do not know of the beauty in one's touch, but know well of the beauty that exists in not being touched. Say we head out to buy a present where an unhealed ache was touched; and in pain after stopping by a chain restaurant, meaningless profanity was thrown. The face becomes sharp and the emotions dull; look inward and see all the ugliness. Outward and see all the beauty there is. Replace saddness with anger on the way back, look up and there floats a moon ever-so large as if it is merely a facade. Lighting a black kite who mistook the pool for an ocean.Burn this anger sometimes changing its hue with a different wind. Do not know of the beauty of being touched, have never understood it, however the beauty in not being touched I do know of. Layering the outlines and oneday knowing the every beauty.The answer to the question asked may be hope.I hope one day that the untouched will reflect within the untouched. Hope, and see reincarnation in a vent fan and the hue so bright in the red tie-pin.
42.Renaissance
2025.09.01
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ใฌใชใใซใใปใใปใดใฃใณใใฎไฝๅใซใฏใใใคใ้ญ ๅใๆใใชใใ็พใจๅถๅพกใฎ่ชฌๆ็ใชๆง่ณชใใใใฆใๅฎ็งใใธใฎๅท็ใใใใคใ็งใไธๅฎใซใใใๅคใใฎๅๅคงใช่ธ่กๅฎถใซ่ฆใใใ็ฌฌไธใฎ่ปธใฎๆฌ ๅฆใใใใๅๅคงใชใฟใใญใผใฎ้ตใชใฎใใใใใชใใจใไปใงใฏ่ใใใใใใ็พไปฃใงใฏใใใใฏๆ้ไธ่ถณใจใใฆ็ก่ฆใใใใกใ ใใใฉโฆ็นใซใคใฟใชใขไบบใฏๅนณ้ขใธใฎๆๅใซ้ทใใฆใใใใใใใคใฟใชใขไบบใซใใ่ฆใใใใทใฅใผใซใชๆง่ณชใจ็ดๆฅ้ขไฟใใฆใใใฎใใใใใชใใใใใฏใๅฝๆใฎใใฉใณในไบบ่ธ่กๅฎถใซใฏ่ฆใใใชใใฃใ็นๅพดใใใใ็งใฏไปใใใใใฃใใงใชใซ่ๅณใๆใฃใฆใใใๅฝผใฎ่ฃ ้ฃพ็ใชในใฟใคใซใฏๅไบบ็ใช็พๆ่ญใจใฏๅใใใใๅฝผใๅๆไปฃใฎ่ธ่กๅฎถใซไธใใๅฝฑ้ฟใฏ็ก่ฆใงใใชใใไฝๅใใฟใใญใผใฎๆง่ณชใจ้่ณ่ ใๆฏ้ ใใฆใใพใใจใใใใฏใใใถใๅนณๅกใง้ญ ๅใฎใชใใใฎใซใชใใ็ตๅฑใฎใจใใใใใ็ฅใ้ฉๅใงใใใชใใใใฎๅต้ ็ฉใธใฎไฟกไปฐใๅคฑใใใจใฏใชใใจๅ้ใจไผ่ฉฑใใไบใใใใๆใ็ตใคใซใคใใ้ฉใใจใใ่ฆ็ด ใฏๆใใใใ่ปฝ่ฆใใใใใฏใใใณใฏใชใใฎใฏไฝใใใใใณใฏใงใฏใชใใชใใ้ฟใใใใชใ่กฐ้ๆใ่จชใใใฐใใใใใใใซใใใตใณในใซๆ่ฌ๏ผใใจๅซใถใ ใใใใใใใไบบใ ใฏใณใณใใญใผใซใใใใจใซ่บ่ตทใซใชใฃใฆใใโฆ
Aๅฐ็นใใBๅฐ็นใพใง้ใ้ฒใใฎใฏ้ฟใใใใใใใใฎ้่กไบบใฏใใคใAๅฐ็นใใBๅฐ็นใพใง็งปๅใใใใใคใไฝใ่ใใฆใใใใใใในใใใจใใใใๅฃฎๅคงใง็ด ๆดใใใใใใฉใไธไฝไฝใBๅฐ็นใธๅใใใใใฎใ ใใใ๏ผ ใใใงใดใใใชใฏในใจใใๆ็ซใๅญๅจใใใใจใๆ่ฟ็ฅใใๅฐๅ ใฎๅณๆธ้คจใงๆจใฆใใใฆใใๆ็ซใฎๆฌใ่ฆใคใใฆใใฉใใฉใจใใใฃใฆใฟใใใใใซใฏใใกใฐใใจ่ใฎๅด้ขใซๅฐใใ ใๆฏ็พฝใ็ใใฆใใๆ็ซใใๆใใใฆใใชใใฃใใใใใใใฎใฏใใ๏ผใใใจใใ็งใAIใซ้จใใใฆใใใ ใใชใฎใ๏ผ ใในใฆใๅฝ็ฉใซ่ฆใใใใใซใชใฃใใฎใงใไธฆๅคใใ็พใใใฎใฎๆพๆฃ๏ผๅจใใๅฐ็ใจๅใใฆใใใใจใซๆฐไปใใชใใฎใชใใใใใฏ่ณขๆใใงใฏใชใใฎใงใฏใชใใ๏ผใพใใๅฐ็ใงใใใจ่ช็ฅใใไธใงใฉใใใใใใชใใจๆใใฎใฏใๆฏ้ ไปฅๅคใฎไฝใงใใใใใ๏ผๅธๆใฏใใณใฏใไบบ้ๆงใฏใใณใฏใใณใณใใญใผใซใฏใใณใฏใงใฏใชใใใงใใ็งใไฝใ็ฅใฃใฆใใใจใใใฎใ ใใ๏ผๅฐใใช้ใๆฐดใฎๆฑ ใซใๅฐใใชใใซในใฟใคใณใๅบงใฃใฆใใใฎใ่ฆใใใไบบใ ใซ้ ใใ้ฃฏใฎ่ขใ้ใผใใจใใฆใใๆใ่ๅพใใ่ชฐใใ่ฟใฅใใฆใใใ็งใๆฌฒใใใฎใฏใปใใฎๅฐใใฎๅฉใใใใใใใใ็งใ่ชฐใใๅฉใใใใจใใงใใใใใใใชใใจใใใใจใ ใใ ใ็งใๆใใฆใใ่กๆใชๅไบบใฏ็ๅฎใๆฑบใใฆ็ฅใใชใใฃใใใใใฎ็ดซ่ฒใฎใใฎใๅฝซๅปใใใฎใๅพๆใ ใฃใใฎใงใ็งใฏใใฎๅ ดใๅปใฃใใไบบใฏไฝใฎใใใซ็ใใใฎใ๏ผใใณใฏใงใ้ฆ็ญใฎๆฏใๆใ้คใใฆใๅฎใใใฎไธญใงใใ่ชๅใ็ฅใใใจใใงใใชใ็ใ็ฉใซใชใใใใซใใใใกใชใๆญใใๅฑฑใใๅฑฑใธใจๆ ใใใใๅ่ปขใใๆญฏใใฉใทใ่ฆใฆ็ฌใใฎใฏใ็พใใใใใใๅๆใซ็ฝชๆทฑใใใจใงใใใใใใซๆใใฆใใพใใใๆดๅ็ใงใใใใจใฏ็ฐกๅใ ใใใใฎๆไปฃใซ้งใๅคใณใTใทใฃใใ็ใฆใใใฎใฏใๆฅตใใฆไธๅใ ใใฌใชใใซใใปใใปใดใฃใณใใๅๅคงใ ใฃใใฎใฏใ่ชฐใใๅฝผใ็่งฃใงใใใใใ ใใใใใๅฝผใฎ็ปๅฎถใจใใฆใฎๅๅคงใใฏใใไปฅไธใซใฏๅญๅจใใชใใ
I've always found Leonardo Da'vinci's work unapealing. The explanative nature of beauty and control as well as straining for "perfection" always fills me with unease. The lack of the third axis prevelant to many great artists may be the key to great tableau; disregarded nowdays as one's lack of skill. The Italian's especially are skilled in depicting on a 2d-surface, which may have a direct connection as to the surreal nature often seen in the Italian's, a trait not seen in the French artists of their time. My interest now lays in Botticelli, though I am not an avid fan of his decorative style, the influence he had over the artists of his period cannot be ignored. When an work has control over nature of the tableau and the viewer, it becomes somewhat mundane and un-apealing. After all, if god were to be surprised, he would not loose faith in it's makings, will it not? As the time progresses, the element of surprise is feared and devalued and nothing is punk anymore until its inevitable descent and it would probably scream " Thank god for the renaissance!" but people are too busy with control...
I'd rather not travel up the road from A to B, but the passerby always travels from A to B here do they not? Always have something in their mind, something to do. It's all grand and all, but what force impels you to head to B? I've just found out that a dinosaur called Hatzegopteryx exists, and at the local library I saw an abandoned dinosaur book and flipped through it. They only depicted the kind with beaks and a little bit of fur-feathers growing on the side of their elbows; no-wonder. (or am I just being fooled by AI? lid of extraordinary beauty because everything looks fake now? I don't know.) Hope is punk, humanity is punk; control isn't. But what do I know? I saw a little holstein sitting in a little pond of blue water. I was going to carry a bag of food to hand out to people when someone approached me from behind me; all I want is a little help and maybe I could help some out as well. The intelligent friend whom I loved never knew the truth but was apt at sculpting that purple stuff so I left. What for do one live for? To be punk, and shrug away the breath down your neck and to be a creature who only knows itself in their solace; singing awkwardly and travelling from mountain to mountain. Being amused for a spinning dental brush feels beautiful and sinful at the same time.It's easy being violent; but extremely class wearing a armor or a warn-down t-shirt in this day and age. Leonardo Da'vinci was great because everybody could understand him; but his greatness ends there.
41.Fisken Min
2025.08.22
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ไปๆฅ็งใฎ้ญใฏๅคฉไฝฟใจใชใฃใใใใใๅ
ใใใจใณใธใงใซใใฃใใทใฅใงใฏใใฃใใฎใ ใใใฉใ่ฆๅดใฎๅคใๅคฉไฝฟใงใใฃใๆ
ใซไปใฏใใ ใฎๅคฉไฝฟใงใใใใใฎ้ญใฏ้ทๅนด็ใใฆใใฆใ้ปใในใใฉใคใๆใฎใใฉใกใใใจใใใจๅฐๆใช้จ้กใฎ้ญใงใใฃใใ่ชๅใ่ฆใใฆใใใฎใฏใใใ็จๅบฆใฎๆธฉๅใใงใใใใฟใณใฏใๅ
ฑๆใใฆใใใใไธๆนใฎ้ญใฏใใใๆฐๆฅใใฎ้ญใ็ชใใฆ็ใใฆใใใใจใ็ขบ่ชใใฆใใใ้ทๅนดใใใฎในใใฉใคใๆใฎใจใณใธใงใซใใฃใใทใฅใใฟใณใฏใฎ้
ใใ้
ใพใง่ฟฝใๅใใฆใใ่
ใธใฎๆๅคงใงๆใๆฎ้
ทใช็ฎ่ใงใใใไปใฏใใ ใไธใคใจใใฆ่งใซๆตฎใใฆใใใ ใใ ใใใฎในใใฉใคใๆใฎ้ญใฏ็งใซใจใฃใฆใจใฆใๅคงไบใชๅญๅจใงใใใใใฎ้ญใฏใใใๆฅ็ช็ถๆตฎใใใจใใงใใชใใชใใ้ใใซใชใฃใฆใฟใณใฏใฎๅบใซๆฒใใใใซใชใฃใใใใฎใใใชไบไพใไปฅๅใซ็ฎๆใใๆใใใใใฎๅไฝใฏๅคงไฝไธใถๆไปฅๅ
ใซใฏไบกใใชใฃใฆใใพใฃใฆใใ็บใซใ็งใฏใใฎๅไฝใใใ้ทใใฏใชใใใจใใฉใใๆใฃใฆใใใใ ใใใใฎๆฐ้ฑ้ๅพใไปๅบฆใฏใฟใณใฏใฎไธใธใจๆตฎใใใใซใชใฃใใฎใ ใๆใ
ใฏใฟใณใฏใซไปใใฆใใๅ
ใใ็ฉใใใจๆใๆถใใใใใฎๆ็นใงใ้ญใฏ็ดใฎใใใซ่ใใใใๅ
่ใชใฉๅ
ฅใฃใฆใฏใใชใใใใ ้ญใงใชใใจใ็พไธใซใใใฟใคใใฆใใใฎใงใฏใชใใใจๆใใใปใฉใงใใฃใใใใฎใพใๆฐ้ฑ้ๅพใ้ญใฏใใฎไฝใvๅญใซๆใๆฒใใใใใซใชใฃใใใใฎใใใใใใใๆตฎใใใจใๆฒใใใจใใชใใใกใใใฉ่ฏใๆฐดไฝใงๆตฎใใใใซใชใฃใใใใฎใใใช็ถๆ
ใซใชใฃใฆใใใใฎ้ญใฏ็งใซๅๅฟใใใ่ฟใฅใใฐใใฃใจใใกใใ่ฆใใใใฆใใฌใผใฏใไธใใใฐๆธๅฝใซๅฃใๅใใใฆใใใ
ๆจๅคใ็งใฏๅคขใ่ฆใใใใฎๅคขใฏ้ญใจ่ฒใฎๅ ดๆใฎๅคขใงใใฃใใๅพใใฎๅคง้จๅฑใซใฏใญใฑใใใใใใใใฎใญใฑใใใๆใ
ใๅณใธๅทฆใธใจๆบใใใใฎใงใ็งใใกใฏใจใฆใๅใใ ใๅ
ฅใฃใฆใใใฎๅบๅ ดใซใฏๅฅ่ฃฝใซใชใฃใๆตทใฎ็ใ็ฉใ้ๆฎตไธใซไธฆใใงใใใใใฎๆจชใๅคใใจในใซใฌใผใฟใผใง็ปใฃใใใใฎๅ ดๆใซใฏๅคขใฎไธญใง๏ผๅ่จชใใใๅฎถใฏๆๆใซๆบใกใฆใใฆใ้ตใฎใใใฃใฆใใชใใใขใ ใใๅซใณใๆๅทใใ็งใๅฎใฃใฆใใใใใฎ้ญใฏใใใฎ่ใใใใฟใณใฏใงใๆธๅฝใงใใฃใใใใซใ็พใใใจๆใใฎใ ใใใใใใฎ้ญใฏ็พใใใฃใใ้ทใใซๆธกใ็ใธใฎๆๆฆใจใๆตฎใๆฒใฟใๆฅใซๆฅใซ่ใใชใฃใฆใใไฝใใใใใ็งใฏ่ชฐใซใๆใใใฎใใใ ใใ่ฏใๆฆใฃใใๆญปใ้ฉใใใใ็ๅฝใฏๆๅคงใฎๆๆใ้ใฃใฆใใใ็งใฏใใใ้กใฃใฆใใใ
My dear fish became an angel today; rather, it was born an angel, and angel with great struggles and now it is just an angel.It was a fish of many years, with black stripes, of rather small stature than the others. The most gentle, as I remember it. The one alive fish now had been pecking at it to make sure it was still alive. Funny, because that particular fish had been chasing my angel left and right the tank for ages. But today with the fish no more, it sits sadly in its lonely little corner. Some large force may be saying, " Well, this is what you wanted, right." Such cruelty. The fish was particularly special to me because this certain fish had been ill for months now, maybe up to a year or two. First being unable to float upwards. I've seen such manner and predicted the fish to die in a week or two, for the others before it had followed such fate. But I was mistaken. The fish, who had first been sinking to the tank's floor upside down, had started to float to the top of the tank now. Thus, making us cut the lights off, fearing it to be to bright for the fish. The fish, by this point, was so thin, that you would've believed there was nothing in that paper thin- glistening body. Then, the fish started to contourt and became almost a V-shape; it had folded its self inward.The fish still seemed to respond to me however its condition: it would come up to me when admiring its strength and flatter its fins slightly. When feeding the fish, it swam up to the tanks surface once again ( you see, when it had folded itself inwards, it started the swim, or rather, stay at a normal depth) never being able to catch any of the frakes but vigorously trying.
Last-night, I saw a dream. It was a dream about fishes and the shell place. I remember the rocket in the back room and how it swang us from side to side on a free ride. There also were lows of taxidermied specimens of aquatic creatures there. I went to this place twice in the dream, as my own home was a horror filled place with only an unlocked door shielding me from the screams and the shouts. It is righteous because we all try to live in such moss filled tank, or is it not? The fish was beautiful, or I percieved it as beauty; the month long endure for life, floating and sinking. Getting thinner by day. I do not wish this upon any living creature, but you fought well; and surprised death. Life applause you, or so I pray.
39.Words
2025.07.19
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็งใฏใใจใชใใๆ่ฝใฎใใไบบ้ใฎไปไบใๆใใใใฎใๅพ ใฃใฆใใใ้ใไธ็็ทใ็ใใไฝไบใซๅฏพใใฆใๆฑบใใฆๅผทๅบใชๅงฟๅขใๆใกๅใใใใจใชใใใใใงใๆ่ใ่กใ่ฒดๆนใฎใไปไบใไธใซๅบใ็ฌ้ใๅพ ใกไพใณใฆใใใใใฎ้ใ่จ่ใฏใชใใจๅฎใฃใฝใ้ฟใใฆใใพใใใฎใใใใๆฅใๅญฆๆ กใซๅใใ้ไธญใงใใใ่ฆ็ฅใฃใๆฑบใใฆใใฃใใใจใฎใชใ้กใจๅฑ ๅใใใใ่ฉฑใใใใใใจใฏใงใใชใใฃใใใชใใจ่จ่ใซใใฆใใฉใใใฃใใฃใฆๅฎใใใใ้ๅปใไปใๆชๆฅใใใฃใจ่ฒดๆนใฎไฝใใใฎใซๆใใใฆใใใ่ฒดๆนใ่ฒใฆใไธ็ใใจใฆใ็พใใ่ฑใงใใใใจใใ็งใฏๆฌๅฝใซๅฌใใๆใใใใใฆใใฃใจใใฎใ็ด็ฒ็กๅขใชๅงฟๅขใๅฎใฃใฆใใใฆใปใใใไผ็ตฑ็ใชใ็ฅญใใฎๅ็ปใจใในใฟใณใใฉใผใๅคงๅญฆใๅบใใฆใใ่กๅ็็ฉๅญฆใฎๅ็ปใๆฏ้ๅ็ งใใฆใปใใใ็คพไผ็ๆฟ่ชใๆใ้ชๆชใชๅฟใๆจใฆใฆใใใคใพใงใ็ฌใๅๆใๆใฃใไบบ้ใงใใฆใปใใใ็ฌใใงๆฒใใใชใฃใฆใใๆใไธ็ใฏใใคใ้ฃใซใใใ็คพไผใงๆฒใใใชใฃใฆใใๆใไธ็ใฏ้ ใ้ขใใๆใใๅทใใใใซ่ฆใคใใฆใใใๆ่ฟใๆชธๆชฌใ่ฒใฆใใใจๆใใๆชธๆชฌใฎ่ฅๆจใ่ฒทใฃใใฎใ ใใๆชธๆชฌใฏๆฑบใใฆ่ฒใคใใจใใชใใใชใใชใใใขใฒใ่ถใฎๅนผ่ซใซ้ฃใ่ใใใใฆใใใใใใงใใขใฒใ่ถใฎๅนผ่ซใใฉใใปใฉ่ใ้ฃใ่ใใใฆใใๆฎบใใใจใชใใฆใงใใชใใไปใฏใๆชธๆชฌใ่ฒใฆใฆใใใจใใใใใใขใฒใ่ถใ่ฒใฆใฆใใใๅนผใ้ ใซใ้ฃใซ้ฑ็ฟ ้กๅญฆ่ ใไฝใใงใใใใจใใใฃใฆใไป่ชฟในใฆใฟใใจใใฎๅจใ้ฑ็ฟ ้กๅญฆ่ ใซใชใฃใฆใใใใใใใชใใฆ็ด ๆดใใใ่ทๆฅญใชใใ ใจๆใใใ
ใณใคใณใฏๅฎไธ็ใซๅญๅจใใฆใใใใไพกๅคใใใใฎใงใใฃใฆใใใ่ใใใจใณใคใณใฏๅฎใซ3dใงใใใใใใฆใ3dใฎใณใคใณใซใฏใใกใใ็นๆงไธใ้ขใไบ้ขใใใใ ใใใใใใพใซใ่ฃ้ขใ่ฆใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใ่ฃ้ขใใฎใใใฆใใพใใฐใไฝใใซๅฏพใใฆๅผทใ่จ่ใ็บใใใใจใฏใงใใชใใชใใใใ ใใใจ่จใฃใฆใใใใไบบใ ใ้ฆฌ้นฟใ ใจ็ฝตใใฎใฏใใณใคใณใฎ็นๆงใ็ฅใใชใใซ็ญใใใ
ใใฎใจใณใใชใผใใๆฏๅฝ่ชใงใใๆฅๆฌ่ชใงใๆธใใใจใซใใใใฉใใฉใใใฆใ็ฟป่จณใใใใใช่จใๅใใซใชใฃใฆใใพใ็ฌใไฝใซใใใ็งใฏๆฅๆฌ็ใพใใฎๆฅๆฌไบบใชใฎใ ใใฉใ็คพไผ็ใซๆต้ใใฆใ็พไปฃ่ชใๆฑใใใจใซใใฉใใใฆใ้ทใใฆใใชใ๏ผใ ใใใจ่จใฃใฆใๅคๆๆผขๆใปๆใฎใใฃใจไธๅใช่จ่ใไฝฟใใใฎใใใจ่ใใใฆใใพใใจใใใงใใชใใใ ใใฉใญ๏ผใไธๅณถใฎใใใช็ถบ้บใชๆฅๆฌ่ชใไฝฟใใใใใใชใจๆใใใใฉใใใใซใฏ่ชๅ่ช่บซใๅฎ็งใซๅคใใชใใใฐใชใใชใใฎใงใใใใฏใพใใ็ก็ใ ใใใๆ่ฟ้ ญใซๆฎใฃใฆใใใฎใฏใๅๆฌ้พ้ฆฌ่ฅฒๆไบไปถๆใฎใๅ ็ใใใฎๆใฏใฉใใใไธ่ฉฑใซใชใใพใใใใซๅฏพใใใใฉใกใๆงใงใใใใชใ๏ผใใ่ฆใใ ใใฉโฆ๏ผๆฐ็งๅพใซ่ตทใใๆดๅใจใฎๅฏพๆฏใง่ฒใ ่ใใฆใใพใใๅๆฌ้พ้ฆฌใไบไบบใฎใใกใฎใฉใกใใใใใใชใใใใ็ขบ่ชใฎ็บใซ็บใใ่จ่ใจใใใฆใใใใ็ตๆ็ใซไบไบบไธกๆนใๅใไปใใใใจใซใชใฃใฆใใใใใไฝใฎ็บใฎๅปบๅใ ใฃใใฎใ ใใใใใจใๆใใใไบบ้ใฏ็็ฉๆงใๆจใฆใใใชใๆ ใซๆๅ็ใงๆ่ๅใๅใพใใ้ญ ๅ็ใช็ใ็ฉใงใฏใใใฎใ ใใใใฉใ็็ฉใจใใฆใฎๆดๅๆงใซ้ขใใฆใฏใใฉใใซใใงใใฌใใฎใใจ่ใใใใใใ๏ผ่ใๆฎบใใใใใใฟใณใๆฎบใๆนใใไฝใ ใๆชใงใใๆฐใใใฆใใพใ๏ผไฝใฏใจใใใใ่กๅ็็ฉๅญฆใใจใฆใ้ข็ฝใใฆใใใใใงใใๆฅๆฌ่ชใ ใจใใฉใใใฆใ่ชฐใใซ่ชใใใใชใใใใใชใใใใชๆฐใซใชใฃใฆใใพใใญใ
I'm patiently waiting for some of the most talented people's works to come out. It is you, with your vast world-view and imagination. You with no strict-ideals; but you floats along with thoughts without judgment. Words cannot describe how much I am saved by these people; once when commuting to school, I saw a familiar face, very similar to that of an artist I've listened to for years. I could'nt say anything; the words would feel cheap if I were to go up to the certain individual to say " I am saved, I was saved, and I will be saved by what you fought to create. But you wouldn't know; because you aren't me, and I understand. But I just hope, someday, you will stand where I stood and cry at how beautiful the world has brought you up to be. So in the case of self-neglect, we love you and will forever love you for the being you fight to be. The authentic you that is a mere individual and nothing more. The tome will remain amidst the hatred. Do watch the video's on traditional Matsuri and the one on behavioral biology. Be lid of the viscous heart that wants social-acceptance! You are beautiful because you are alone and full of intellegence and sorrow. I bought a lemon tree to raise lemons; only to be surprised by a bunch of Swallow-tail butterfly catapilars. I cannot kill them; they eat the leaves bare, but I cannot kill them still. I now raise not lemons but swallow-tail butterflies. I remember it being a wonderful thing; those butterflies. I lived next to a lepidopterist and a girl who became a lepidopterist herself. Such amazing career. I, in the other hand, am completely indifferent to those who seek power and money; who lives with bubble over their heads. There always is another side to a same coin; the coin is worthless if 2d, so believe it is multi-sided and look to the other side once in a while. Hence,I cannot say things strongly worded, but this does not make one worthy of being scapegoated or called out for their stupidity, for they are not.
38.Kindness
2025.07.04
Gentleness is the greatest trait found in kindness; the doudou-bird did go extinct because of their docile nature but it is not true to say that their gentleness is not great because everything made will lead a path to their fall. None can defy this law of nature. I've found this week that libido with kindness is the two elements of creativity ; you must be docile, kind and gentle to be creative. There also must be libido, despised because of it's violent nature. The dilemma in which the gentle fights its animalistic insticts with such gentleness and kindness calls for creative ambitions and visions that cannot be mentally contained ( and cannot be violently carried out in physical sense). As an ink falls and color the milk a tint of hue, gentleness and the docile nature (neutral zones) can be contaminated easily with strong hue that are violent to some degree and strong because of its certainty. Being certain is not righteousness by any means, but human nature tends to favor the state of being certain in any aspect. However, this calls for enslavement to a certain idea: social strength is a prison. Gentleness to perceive all things in their natural nature is freedom. Ofcourse, society does not favor freedom, as it is the resource that is of the value. And yes; not all are lucky enough to realize and learn the potential this world holds. The question is not if we can fight the fall but how to prolong the inevitable fall. The answer lies in gentleness; the game is made for the elites and the elites only. There is no need for others to play competitively in the game that only bore hatred to the neighbors. The concept is not to lose nor to win; it is to remain gentle, there lies the truth to remaining human in the age of division. Accept the uncertain nature of gentleness, the skies are always that swift blue. Violence of human nature can be defeated, and this is the definition of true strength.
37.Movies
2025.06.23
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ๆฐใใใใฏใใญใธใผใๆ่ญทใใ้ใซใใซใกใฉใจๅใใ ใใปๅ็ใๅฐ้ ญใใฆใใๆใใใใ ใฃใใใจใใ่จ่ใ่ณใซใใใ็งใฏใใใฃใฆใใชใใ้ใใใใใชใใใจๆใใใใใใใกใใๆฐใใใใฏใใญใธใผใๆๅ ็ซฏใงใใฃใฆไบบ้ใฎๅจใๆนใซๅค้ฉใ่ตทใใใจใใๆๅณใงใใซใกใฉใจๅใใใงใใใจใใๅผใ็ซใฆใใฎใซ็ฐ่ซใฏใชใใๅฎ้ใใใงใใใจๆใใใใ ใๆฐใใใใฏใใญใธใผใไธใพใจใใซใใซใกใฉใจๅใใใจ็บใใฆใใพใใฎใฏๅคๅฐ้ใงใฏใชใใใจใใๆฐๆใกใๅฐใชใใใใใใใ็งใจใใฆใฏใใซใกใฉใฎๅฐ้ ญใซใใๅคฑใใใไบบ้ใฎๆ่ญใใใฃใธใซใชใใฃใใใใฃใใใจ่ช็ฅใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใจๆใฃใฆใใใใใฎๆ่ญ็ใชๆ่ใ่กใใใซใใ ใใ ไพฟๅฉใงใใฃใฆใใใใงใใฆไบบ้ใซ้ฉๆฐใ้ฝใใฎใงใใใฐ่ฏใใงใฏใชใใใใจ่ใใใฎใฏๆๅใๆจใฆใ่ก็บใซ่ฟใใจๆใฃใฆใใใๅฎ้ใใซใซใใฃใผใฎ่บซไฝ็ใช้จๅใซใฏใใฎ็ด ใๅฎฟใฃใฆใใใใจใๅคใใ๏ผใใใใไบบไฝใๆใฃใฆใใฃใธใซใซใซ็ใพใใฆใใไปฅไธใใใใใใงใใๆๅใฏๆดพ็ใใชใ๏ผใใฎ้จๅใ็ก่ฆใป่ปฝ่ฆใใใฎใฏๅคงๅคๅฑ้บใงใใใใใฏใใญใธใผใซๅฏพใใฆใๅฅฅๆใซใชใฃใฆใใใใใงใใไฝฟใใชใจ่จใฃใฆใใใใใงใใชใใใใ ใใๆดๆฟฏใใใ้ใซๆดๆฟฏๆฟใซๅธใๅฝใฆใฆๆฑใใ่ฝใจใใใใใณใฉใผใธใฅใฎ้ใซๅฎ้ใซใใตใใง่ผช้ญใ่ฟฝใฃใใใ็ตตใๆใ้ใซไฝใ็ญใๅใใใฆใใใใจใใฃใ่ชๅทฑใฎไฝๅ ใซๅธฐใ่ก็บใฎใใจใใ่ใใซใใในใใงใฏใชใใใใใใๅ จใ่ใใชใใจใใใใจใใใฏใใ็จฎใ่ณๆฌไธป็พฉ็คพไผใซใใฃใฆ้ๆใซไฝใๅคใใใใฆใใพใฃใไบบ้ใฎๆงใงใใใฎใใใใใชใใ
Simply there lacks libido in which the movie stands on, or simply there is too much of it to make the act of story telling sacred. Last week I went to see a movie which I was utterly and completely disapointed by, because I quite enjoyed the last one in the series. It felt too verbose, and the director lacked the heat in which they told their last lore. It may be because it lacked libido in which all creative impetus relies on, and with the last film being a successful, the need to control or the longing of life and death must have been put out. I'm not the one to care much if anything is not as expected, but it had some effect on me and I felt quite betrayed. Three days after that, I went to see Megalopolis by Coppola and I undestand what evoked them to make the story, however felt far too personal beyond the film's true intention; which is completely fine as a film. Having the drive to build things such as Megalopolis is to be praised upon; it felt much put together than the unnamed film I saw earlier in the week. It still wasn't enough to hoist me up from the confusing disapointment I had been feeling. It all changed when I stumbled upon this on youtube.The endless sadness of mankind and I cry at the dim light that shines dark hues upon your silhouette. Its a horrid thing and its all so beautiful. I've been watching/reading HunterHunter and its horrifying beyond anything I've read ( maybe a little more than Berserk because the contrast between the light and the dark is sharper in Hunter Hunter, whereas Berserk feels like complete darkness.) Remember that loneliness, remember that darkplace in our town that the mind braced to travel through. Feeling as if there still was light and this light crushed you because of that dark dark place. It feels like that era. I wish to emanate this light that shines onto the sadness of mankind, so we will accept this instead of feeling the need to tear out of ourselves.Does the shadow embrace you still?
36.Beauty
2025.06.04
You've not seen the murky blue of the water simply because of color-blindness; or so thought one who sees every color. The rainbow tightens a bow around the world, clasping it a little tighter but those beady little eyes cannot grasp it's hue. Simply put the world is filled with such beau through and through, however the makeup of one's body limits its perception. If one were to see every beauty there is, that body would know pain like no other, and is the only real pain that is in the world. I do not hate you; because I do not wish to leave it so. No one does hate you so much to tear you into pieces, if we all were aware of this pain. A classmate of mine once said they saw beauty in the decay of this and such is nature; but withholding beauty, one is all so aware of the beauty that lies there and defies it. If not knowing beauty, one will not defy this. A paradox of precious time and perception plays tricks on the stature that is us. You will see me combing the beach for physical beauty, not knowing the cry beneath that prays for the everlasting beauty that this meat body cannot experience; so I love you gust, I love you gaze, and I so do love you garon; even in your hatred that projected itself that late-summers day on the rusty roofs of the barracks. And do not carry any room for any hatred, and will promise to leave you a tome of my beauty that will long-after roam the horizon beyond your perished body. And you will know it, with your precious sensers that presevered itself with immortal beauty and never hid from the pirecing pain that you held dear in the womb.
35.The beach
2025.05.18/27
Dead porpoise (or a baby dolphin?) The rostrum was covered and I do not know enough to make a statement. Found sundial shell. Buried after a while by the tide; the wounds only seen by some.
In the lightest of blues, have you seen the light-weight bird chirping chirping chirping, gust of wind pushing its little hollow body up until you can see it no more but can still hear it's chirp? The never-ending chirp it is; it tries to defy nature but never can with it's stature.
Today at the beach there were dozens of dead birds. It lay in every form, some already eaten by it's own kind. It had been beaten with strong wind and possibly some illness only know to aviators.
Realize this; fall when we all fall, ah that is nature. It is sublime and too strong for any steel will.
Yes. Do not go gentle into that good night, yes. But also, it is not your fault when we all fall. It was nature and nature is that wind that killed all of those birds today; It was the stature of the wind and hollow bone that no will could have beaten.
34. After certain death, I sat beside the window.
2025.04/23.26
Pale blue kind of night it was, I don't remember what I was doing in school;but it was late going home. As I walked I heard a sudden shriek from behind me and turned to see people gathering and panicking whilst one collapsed in the middle. Seemingly, someone was dead. It was a quiet panick that would eat you up for hundred years to come.I turned back for I realized I had come here with a bike, however a guard stopped me and told me to hurry home. So I walked slowly home.
The day after, there had been a seating change and I got the seat next to the window. A dull kind of girl sat next to me, whom I had great empathy for; for I was quite dull myself. I looked on through the open window displaying a gray tall building with red antennae on top. The mountain and the pale blue looming over us.
"Wonder what that gray building is. I've wondered this for almost two years since I've been coming here. (I fear, and pray not to learn of any death, and wonder what those gray concrete brick walls hold. I wonder what the antennae is for, I wonder of the unique lightness of being we share, sitting by this window. I will go home on a bicycle tonight, and there will always be that awful shriek in the back of my wheel. But I will forget, once small free souls round up around the bonfire and dance, and I will watch from the roadside with burnt grass penetrating my nostils.)"
Riso.
33.If it weren't for that green light
2025.04/19
Riding late afternoon through dust, I recall having strong fascination towards the prince in snow white; not attraction, I barely remember what he looks like; I just remember him looking quite fake and I hated that, so no. Not that kind of fascination, but it was when he cut through those roses; the sound of blade slashing through tough vines and roses being cut. Also, all I can remember now in aladdin is him drowning to the depth with weight tied around his leg. I remember having funerals for my dolls as well. Its the same fascination I have toward towns and time; a strange fascination and a very strong fear toward death. The idea makes everything so beautiful, but I fear it and hope not for all to perish for I love that beauty. Such paradox; but paradox make one beautiful as weakness does not look beautiful but makes you beautiful. So be lid not of the weakness of the physical form; the uglyness of the physical makes one so beautiful in idea.
My disinterest in gore and erotica has made me an outcast from society; not an outcast of human but perhaps from the mass. I feel quite human and alike to many other human in this world, but the mass I quite feel apart from; I have found the study of life to be somewhat important nowadays. Not because it is estoric in any way, being a human, bone structures and innards that compose of life and its decay does look intriguing in away as gentle soft shape of humanity does as well. But it is far too loud and far too naive to give in to the tangible things in life for the reality exist in the quiet idea of the worldly components. Think not of the touch; if achievable, flying too close to the sun does not hold any beauty. In the renaissance era of humanity, the unknown brought the idea, the most beautiful state of mind, to us and thus made us curious and estoric. I ride to see the quiet beauty and it is everywhere and I feel hurt because of time; but they stood slouched on the fence next to a combini on the outskirts of middle sized town in the haze of the afternoon light, lighting a tabacco in their hands and ashes fall. The ashes fall. Falls through the grate to the running subway underneath. And the ashes fall.
As you'll know, I would stare forever at the river that flows neither up nor down if it weren't for the green light waiting to change.
Alice chases the white tamed hare; I'll chase the bloody path of a injured stingy stray cat.
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32.Tool
2025.04/13
The brain melts on the white marbled floor in front of the elevator and an eye covered by thick strands sings the song, flat of any ego. Dream of Sci-Fi Esque buildings near the ocean; those that hate the stench of humanity. The ladder hangs tall, leading to extreme cleanliness of the bluesky. Never aroused, but only this. The brain melts on the marbled floor, and they walk past hastely as nothing's there. Nothing is here, and dream of cycling through a seaside factory plot alone, the inhaled poluted sky-grey air dances in your lung and chills your esophagus.
31.Log1
2025.04/10
29.The Mediator Between Head and Hands Must Be the Heart!
2025.03.14/17
I love bonnet shells and cowries; I collect them and cherish them.( but did you hear? they are disinterested in both genders of its own kind. How peculiar.)
There is a calm violance in those with most creativity. A violence of the natural kind; not of ego. Spirituality in shapes and colors; how peculiar. Vice versa, how so common of you! It happens in trusting your peculiar way. A difficult theater; that I've awoke from and never allowed to hear myself sing. (But those marble horses and high gardens know the song.)
It's all fine, I wish for the simplest thing that many others have forgotten about. I wish for the simplest thing, dear god.
The photos shade your shadows a dark shade of hue and the lights are colorful yet shyly saturated, and my dear god; it should be so forever.
Carry a scoop to the ocean...
28.
2025.02.18
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
27.Corn Soup Crossing
2025.01.25
I would like to write to you about the corn soup crossing,where the birds chirp out of no where.
Cars are always parked on top of those roofs, and it takes an hour to climb to the designated spot.
I would like to take you to the corn soup crossing, but I never can.
But when I am able to, you will dress in black; only but a pink tiara perched on your head and shout "Don't you take beauty away from me!"
And I would be ever so happy.
0001.Annex, when you've crushed those wings.
2025.01.10
In the annex towers, little shadows follow you everywhere, down the winding descent. It pokes you, a harsh but brisk pain, which was the only lively thing that were in these grey basements.
Come to think of it, we were just now catching small shell-like butterflys for our boss. Now here in the dark, thinking about Stephenson 8-12, greeted by the end, where a large figurine of odd humanoid sculptures sat in a line. Red, orange and perhaps turquoise. It is I, who can make this or, them; who the ego hates the most. A waft of cigar from generations ago, plastered on these walls.
14.Records of ongoing youth
2024.12.21
Freddie's "darlings" aren't adressed at anybody. And I find that attractive. Don't ever find someone to address your "darlings" to. ( But he still loves you. )
